Bloodlines Novel Novels & Stories

Dominic stood in his bathroom, and shaved before getting dressed in another black suit. He’d sat vigil the whole night, remembering odd things about Conrad. They were mostly horrific memories but there were a few good ones, mostly after Hunter and Gage were born and then also Inara. Mist had descended over the countryside. There was no wind, and the mist hung like a bad omen. Dominic’s SUV drove behind the hearse towards the city and the church where the funeral mass would be held.

"You see, Vera is my ex-girlfriend. We had a beautiful past together. However, something happened to her in the Capital this time. She called me, begging for my help. I couldn't just ignore her." " I, Selena Habsburg, from the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, reject you Williams Cobbler as my mate." I let out a low growl, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Meeka, my wolf. Confused, I closed my eyes, which had already transformed into a mesmerizing combination of white fur and blue eyes. I tried to calm Meeka down, never expecting her to reject Williams. Once she settled, I turned to face him, still able to see the shock on his face.

Bienley smiled warmly with his sad eyes staring at Justin. "Papa?" Justin whispered again in confusion. "I so love your dada..you two know that...and I love you both so much... How I wished I'm the one who carried both of you in my body...how I wished it was mine and your dada's blood running in your veins...How I dreamed I was the one who gave you life" Bienley tearfully said while smiling despite his tears. "It's a miracle that I so prayed to have, Justin...because how I wished your blood had your dada's too not just mine and some random woman and how I wished I have my blood on Zack" Bienley continued while he stared at Justin who is still staring at him.

Dina guessed that both Genad’s demon bloodline and angel bloodline were so thick and strong that they couldn’t mix and each flowed their separate ways like a stream diverged into two different waterfalls on meeting a landscape separating them. Both bloodlines were potent and too prideful to give a damn about each other and just flowed their separate paths which was why Genad had never suffered from their clashes. Had any of his bloodlines been lower than the other then it would be a different story, but both were equally strong and no one was higher or lower than the other, this caused a mutual consent between both bloodlines to flow their paths. Genad was originally more in touch with the d

"I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well." "Yes... yes my prince." Raziel snaked his hand round her neck, not actually holding it tightly, but he gave the princess fright. "I come from a bloodline of powerful vampires my prince. We would be the perfect fit." She managed to say, and Raziel pressed on her neck a little. "You have heard about me right? I don't look back when killing my victims." He then looked straight at her as if he was referring to her, and the princess' heart skipped. "Your life is on the line here princess."

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

I guess it got so used to me and now I just need to walk around till I feel dizzy. I stepped out of the room going to feel my eyes outside the living room. My jaw dropped, the environment looks so beautiful at night and I can not stop loving it all. The fireflies, I only saw them once when I was still a kid but now I got the opportunity to see them again. A hand gripped me suddenly from behind and I struggled with it and the eye I saw was like a rainbow, I have never seen such before in my life. "Who are you and why do you have the last bloodline royal birthmark on your back?"

Nancy was writing notes on the class chalkboard, writing the next word she said in bold letters that she underlined. "The origin of Bloodline Magic varies, but one thing that is for certain, as the name implies, it is a special or unique type of magic that only those of a certain bloodline can inherit," said Ms. Nancy. 'I forgot the story had mentioned something about that.' Maria was using the pink girly pencil that was stored in her bag to write down notes. Due to the fact that Maria only read half of the novel, briefly recalling where she last left off, Bloodline Magic was just introduced into the storyline. She did not possess much information on the subject but was interested in hearing

But instead of kissing me, as part of me had desperately wished, Lucas grasped my hand and interlaced our fingers. It was softer than any kiss would have been. And possibly more intimate. --- Later that night, I returned home to find Ethan sleeping peacefully, arms spread wide like wings across his bed. I sat beside him for a very, very long time, just watching him breathe. He didn't yet understand what bloodlines he carried. What heritage remained unspoken beneath his skin. I hadn't told him about Damien. Or about what it meant to be the secret of a powerful family's tale. But eventually, I would have to.